It was Armand.
Compared to ten years ago, he was clearly older. Though he tried to stand straight, the body beneath his heavy Armor was no longer as vigorous as it once was.
In the end, age and old wounds had prevented him from crossing that invisible barrier. He remained a Great Knight at the Peak of Mortality, unable to touch the realm of Legend.
The moment Knight Armand's gaze fell upon Murphy's carriage, a complex mix of emotions flickered in his eyes.
There was gratitude, awe, and a touch of wistfulness for the passage of time.
The young Duke of Orleans stopped a few paces from the carriage. A respectful smile on his face, he placed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly. "Lord Thunder Sword, my apologies for disturbing your journey. I am Charlie de Orleans. I have long admired your great renown, and having the good fortune of meeting you today, I came especially to pay my respects."
